Ok, I know its the tree of the you-know-what political party, but I just love willows. Oh I love love love them. I annoyingly much love them. I love them in that proclaiming way that makes you want to slap your sister. I love them like my chickens love bugs.
I love how they move and hang and envelope you. How the whole tree is in one giant movement all its own.
Grandpa's farm in Michigan has 5 big willows. I stood under them and cried because they make me emotional like a hallmark movie. Love.
